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Chapter 151 I Have Special Poetry Writing Skills (5)
Dong Meng smiled mysteriously, and secretly observed the prince's reaction. The latter really had an uncomfortable expression, and pulled his clothes restrainedly, as if he wanted to preserve his chastity.

Dong Meng walked in with Leng Wuqing, and threw a silver ingot into the hands of the old bustard. The latter smiled, saying that this yellow and white thing is still moving. Before Dong Meng praised her so against his conscience, the old bustard just said nothing. The wind doesn't move, now that the real thing is in hand, the old bustard runs fast.

The two rows of girls were brought up by the bustard, Fengyuechang was the best at practicing eyesight, the bustard saw at a glance that these people were not short of money, so naturally she put all her strength into preparing for the knife, and the ones she called were really first-class people in the building.

Dong Meng looked at the girls with pale faces, covered from head to ankle, a little dull.

Even if you go to a nightclub, any girl there will dress more openly than them.

Randomly pointing to a few pretty good-looking girls, Dong Meng pointed at Wu Yuan with a smile: "This is the real master today, let me serve him well, rewards are trivial."

The prince waved his hands anxiously, and didn't know what to do when he met Shang Dongmeng's meaningful gaze.

Fortunately, the guards beside him had the habit of bringing money, knowing that they needed rewards for coming to such a place, so they distributed the money to the girls closest to Wu Yuan.

This time the hornet's nest was stabbed, the prince's face was like a crown of jade, and the girls who waited on the old and ugly customers all day long were excited, and how generous the shot was, it was even more springy, and Dong Meng and Leng Wuqing They were all left alone.

The prince was held by the sleeves of the girl on one side, and the waist on the other side, and there was someone beside him deliberately rubbing his chest against him. Seeing that he was sweating profusely from anxiety, he seemed to be roasting next to the stove.

Not only did the guards next to him not stop them, but they judged others by themselves, they even thought that the prince was "enjoyed", they laughed and discussed softly beside him, and praised the prince for being a woman.

Dong Meng saw the current crown prince blushing from being tortured by the girls in the building, so she clapped her hands kindly.

"Come on, don't worry, our master doesn't like girls who are too aggressive, and prefers talented ones. Whoever of you can recite poems is right, I can accompany you."

Don't you like reciting poems, right? It is said that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Tianxianglou. Many girls have studied calligraphy and painting since they were young. Well, they are more talented than yourself.

The prince was anxious to say something, the woman in Tsing Yi beside him poured a glass of wine and put it on Wu Yuan's lips, and said softly: "Come, I will drink for you."

Wu Yuan: "Umm..."

Leng Wu looked at it with a smile on his face: "All of you can find topics and write poems. If you do well, this master will naturally reward you."

Although Leng Wuqing was born as a concubine, she is a well-known talented woman. Even if she can't write poems in seven steps, she is quick in writing and thinking. The poems she makes are enough to make many talented people ashamed.

She had probably heard of the name Tianxianglou, so she deliberately responded to Dongmeng.

The girls around really let go of the prince, scratching their ears and cheeks, sweat dripping from their brows, trying to overwhelm each other with poems, and worked hard to prepare for the first answer.

The girl in Tsing Yi next to the prince clapped her hands and said with a happy smile: "I have it, I have it."

Dong Meng almost said something casually for several months, but fortunately she was dragged away by Leng Wuqing, and then coughed: "Then let's talk."

The woman said confidently: "Since ancient times, there have been many poems about snow, so I will use snow to write poems."

Yongxue's poems are indeed quite a lot, so it's not easy to shine. The other party has been prepared in such a short period of time. Dongmeng blinked and looked forward to it.

It seems that Tianxiang Tower really deserves its name.

The woman in Tsing Yi cleared her throat, and said in an expressive voice: "The country and mountains are general, the well has black holes, the yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen."

Dongmeng and Lengwuqing: "..."

Wu Yuan spit out the wine she had just fed, and smiled coldly, covering his lips. Although Dong Meng is not good at this, he has been educated since he was a child, so he can only be described as dumbfounded at the moment.

The girl looked at the prince confidently, and said with a smile, "My lord, what do you think of my poem?"

Wu Yuan had probably never heard of such a thing in his life, so he murmured: "Very, very special."

The rhyme is overwhelmed, and the picture is so lifelike, but can this thing really be appreciated as a poem?

Probably inspired by her, the girls were full of ideas, one by two competing to speak.

There is a description of birds: "One nest after another, three, four, five, six, seven, eight nests."

There was a girl who was close to her and she continued: "One after another, all of them have shallow hair and sharp mouths."

Every time she listens to a poem, Dong Meng feels that her three views have been refreshed. These are the new generation of comedians.

Leng Wuqing leaned over and whispered: "The prince really loves you, and he hasn't lifted the table until now."

Dong Meng held his forehead helplessly. After hearing so many talented poems, he could probably save his lunch. The prince kept pouring the wine on the table to drink, looking like he wanted to take the jug and pour it directly into his mouth. Here, lest any of these girls come to ask him how he is after finishing the poem.

The prince is a kind person, of course he won't say bad things, so he can only drink in silence.

Dong Meng shook her head and clapped her hands: "Okay, come on, there will be rewards for everything, let's stop writing poems."

The servants were rewarded with money, and they were all very happy. Although their literary level may not be good, they usually follow their master to see the world. They really talk and laugh with great scholars, and their contacts are not in vain. Today is really an eye-opener.

Dong Meng and the others were sitting in the lobby. After they started to propose, many guests also found it interesting and watched eagerly.

Every time the girls wrote a poem, their complexions darkened a little, and they were as dark as the bottom of a pot later on.

It is said that there are many talented women in Tianxiang Building. In order to attract customers, the bustard often makes up stories. This girl has been in trouble since her scholarly family, and that girl is the daughter of a wealthy family in a neighboring country who escaped after the house was ransacked. All these people.

The old bustard couldn't hold back her face anymore, so she hurriedly stood up and apologized to Dong Meng and the others: "Most of the girls today are vulgar and can't stand on the stage. The top names in this building are not feeling well, so they can't come out to meet guests. Guest officials, please forgive me."

This sentence is a good evasion, meaning that all the good girls are aunts, and now the rest are people like village women in the mountains.

The faces of the guests next to him are still not very good. After all, this is equivalent to saying that the people around him are all third-rate people.

Dong Meng didn't care, she came here just to let the prince see clearly that she was not a good wife candidate, and although she would help the prince ascend the throne in the future, she was unwilling to be her wife.

How to say that sentence, sell your art but not your body.

Dong Meng asked the girls around her to retreat, sat down beside the prince, and asked intentionally, "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)